Control [MF] [BDSM]

As I stood beside the bed, I think I understood the appeal of being in charge for the first time.

He stared up at me expectantly, his arms stretched out and attached to the posts of the headboard by simple, metal handcuffs. I had always thought that I would be doing something like this in a full-on dominatrix get-up; but, instead, I stood in front of him in one of his t-shirts and my panties. I tilted my head slightly, smiling down at him shyly as I knelt on the mattress next to his torso.

“Well?” he asked expectantly. I raised an eyebrow.

“Is there something that you’re waiting for?” I volleyed back, feigning ignorance.

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I felt my nipples tighten, creating points under the fabric of my shirt. It’s the look he gives me before I’m about to not be able to sit comfortably for a day. The one where I know I’m about to get a handprint on my ass and bitemarks on my chest.

I ran my hand along his side, gently scratching as I contemplated what I wanted to do first. I straddled his thighs, moving my hands freely over his stomach and chest. I pinched his nipple playfully as I leaned my face down to his. I brushed the tip of my nose against his but moved back as he tilted his head forward to kiss me.

“Ask for permission,” I instructed mockingly, using the same tone he’s used with me when the positions have been reversed.

He clenched his jaw, but acquiesced, “May I kiss you?”

I pinched his nipple harder, and he let out a small puff of air, which I felt against my cheek. “Be specific. Where?”

“Your lips,” he sounded irked, but I pressed my lips against his. I gave him a chaste peck before pulling back, smiling.

He made a small sound in the back of his throat, and I gave in. Moving my body forward to sit over his hips, I placed my clothed pussy against his hardening cock. I ran my hands into his hair to keep his head where I wanted it as I bit his bottom lip before kissing him. I scratched my nails against his scalp as we kissed, pressing myself against him. I slid my pussy against him, the buttery soft fabric of my panties getting wet as he pushed his hips up into me. I bit his lip again, harder, and sat up as I shifted my weight to pin his hips down with mine, his cock pressing snugly against my pussy as I held him still.

“No,” I reprimanded, “Use your words.”

“Take off your panties,” he commanded. “Let me feel that hot cunt against my cock.”

I rocked my hips against him once as I shook my head, “That’s not asking.”

He gritted his teeth. “Please.”

I moved off his hips and straddled one thigh, spreading my legs a bit farther apart. I bit my lip and pinched my nipple through my shirt as I enjoyed the view before me. I slowly ran my hands down, lifting the shirt slightly to show him the item he wanted me to remove.

“You want these panties to come off?” I asked, running my finger along the seam before slipping my fingers underneath it. He nodded, watching me intently. The fabric was wet against the back of my hand as I slipped my fingers between my labia, circling my clit gently. I moaned quietly, closing my eyes and letting my head loll to the side.

“Let me taste you,” he said, and I could hear the metal of the handcuffs clanging against the metal of the headboard. There was a beat of silence. “Please.”

I continued rubbing my clit. We both knew my fingers would be wet when I pulled them out. “But it feels so good, why would I stop?”

“Please.”

I plunged my fingers into my pussy, whimpering, and I gathered my wetness on them. I pulled them out slowly and carefully. I held my fingers to the light, letting him see how wet I was for him. I brushed my finger against his lip, smiling as he went to open his mouth for them.

“You asked for a taste, not the whole thing,” I teased, moving my wet fingers to my mouth and sucking on them as he licked me from his lips.

“Sit on my fucking face,” he growled, watching me lick my fingers clean. I pouted.

“That’s not very polite,” I chastised, getting off of the bed. I pulled my panties down, then held them up so he could see the damp spot in the crotch of them. “Look at what you did to me.”

He continued to glare, and I tilted my head back at him. I sighed dramatically as I began balling up the fabric. “You didn’t ask me politely, so you don’t get the opportunity to ask for anything anymore. Open.”

His eyes widened slightly, but he did as I asked. I pushed the underwear into his mouth, leaning over him to kiss his cheek as I finished. I knelt beside him, looking down at his cock. I licked my lips as I ran my hand along his thigh.

“I want to gag on your big cock,” I mused thoughtfully, smiling as I heard him let out a sound. “What was that?”

When he didn’t respond, I bit my lip. “I want you to watch how wet my pussy gets from gagging on you.”

He raised an eyebrow. I giggled, “You know, that doesn’t look nearly as intimidating with my panties shoved into your mouth.”

I pulled off my shirt and sat astride his chest, leaning over his body towards his cock. “Can you see how wet this pretty little cunt is for you?”

He groaned, and I leaned onto one hand as I used the other to spread my lips for him, giving him a better view. “Look at how wet I am for your cock,” I cooed, “I’m so ready to be stretched around you.”

He let out a garbled response, and I turned my focus back on his cock. I leaned down, running my tongue over its length slowly. He moaned in response, and I did it again.

“I can’t wait to have this in the back of my throat,” I said as I began to stroke it, my lips wrapping around the head and sucking hard. I pulled back with a small “pop” and licked it from the base to the tip. “Ask me to suck your cock.”

The muffled answer that I got was enough for me. I took his cock between my lips and took him straight into the back of my throat. I sucked as hard as I could, rolling my tongue against his dick. He moaned as I gagged around him, and I could feel myself gushing for him. I loved having him in my throat, and the way he sounded with my panties in his mouth only spurred me on more.

I moaned as he began to fuck my face. I could hear the handcuffs hitting against the posts as he tried to reach for me, and it only encouraged me to suck on him harder. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, and I pulled back completely.

He let out a loud curse and tried thrusting his hips up higher toward me. I pinched his thigh in response, tutting.

I shuffled off him, moving my attention to the bedside drawer. I found what I was looking for quickly and turned my attention back towards him. I plucked my panties out of his mouth, smiling as I leaned down to kiss him. He kissed back hard, his lips pressing roughly against mine. I shifted away as I drew the blindfold over his eyes.

“I think you’ve seen enough. I don’t want you getting spoiled.”

He pursed his lips but didn’t speak, and I bowed down to kiss him again. I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him slowly as we kissed. As quietly as I could, I turned away and repositioned myself to straddle his face. I continued to stroke him as I pressed my pussy against his lips. Immediately, he pushed his head forward, his tongue darting out to spread my lips, and he found my clit. He circled and flicked it with abandon, causing me to moan and squirm for him. I leaned my forehead against his hip, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth on me.

My lips found his balls as he ate me, and I sucked them into my mouth gently. I stroked faster as I felt myself getting closer from the way his tongue teased my clit. In a moment of strength, I pulled my pussy away from his face.

I positioned myself over his hips again, pressing my wet cunt against his cock. He moaned in response, and I leaned over him to lick my wetness off of his lips and cheek.

“What do you want?” I whispered, grinding myself against him.

“Please, fuck me.”

I nodded — not that he could see it — and shifted forward in order to press my nipple against his mouth.

He took it in greedily, sucking on it hard and making me moan. I ground my pussy against his hips, and he nipped at the sensitive bud in his mouth. I gasped and adjusted, positioning the other breast against his lips. He licked at it before wrapping his lips around the nipple, and I moaned for him again. He pressed his hips up, causing the head of his cock to bump against my clit, and I cried out. I couldn’t tease either of us for any longer. I needed him deep inside of me.

I reached between us to hold his cock where I wanted it. I rubbed the head between my folds, letting my wetness drip down onto his cock. “Ask me for it.”

“Let me fill that tight little cunt,” he growled, his body tense. I gave in, positioning his cock at my entrance. I slid down onto him, letting my head fall back and nearly screaming in relief. “You like how big I am inside of you?”

I let out a stream of “yes” and “please” as I began to bounce on his cock, moaning as I adjusted to the feeling of him inside of me. I rode him hard, reveling at the feeling of him thrusting back up with the same amount of force.

“Let me see you ride this cock, you little slut,” he commanded, and I reached forward to pull the blindfold off. I moved my hand between my legs, rubbing my clit as he watched me.

“Fill me with cum, sir,” I begged, feeling myself tighten around him as I got closer. “I want to feel you cum deep inside of this little hole.”

He moaned in response, still thrusting up into me as I came around him. I tilted my head back as he rammed himself into my pussy, screaming in relief as my pussy squeezed him. I begged him to cum as waves of pleasure washed over me, and I felt his cock swell. The pulsing of his cock deep inside of me made me whimper, and I thanked him repeatedly for his cum as we both finished.

I fell forward onto his chest, burying my head in the nook of his neck. I kissed his shoulder gently, moving my hips up to let his cock fall out of me. I took perverse pleasure in the feeling of his cum sliding down the inside of my pussy, and I sighed.

I could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “So, are you going to untie me?”

I leaned back, looking down at him, and, giggling, I kissed the tip of his nose. “Nope.”

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